Frisky Sour

Frisky Sour picked up her hard-knocks education without ever stepping a skate in school. Raised by a party-hopping aunt during the day, and a pack of wolves in the dense, damp pacific northwestern night, she can smell the other team’s jammer from 20 feet away and tie cherry stem in a knot with her tongue between takedowns. She’s at home in a pack, but once in a full moon, feels the call of the wild and needs to break free. Watch out - she may seem sweet at first, but this tall drink of water has a kick.